Nearly Visible
I'm not invisible, but not opaque
The wind blows through me but I still feel its wake.
Hardly seen hardly heard
Inaudible- every word.
Always hidden behind this mask
Yet these questions I do ask-
What is this pain so deeply stated?
My conscience and I, we debated.
There comes an answer-one so radiant
I'm not invisible, just translucent.
This poem is about:
Me